Open RP - Insert your favorite Queen song title here

[rarebookangel.livejournal.com]

One of the main benefits of being sorted at Hogwarts was having access to the library. Aziraphale spent most of his time there, reading on a variety of subjects. His interest wasn't entirely theological, and he found wizarding history fascinating, because it was both similar to and vastly different from the history of the Muggles.

Today, though, Aziraphale had taken a few books with him outside, and was sitting by the lake, reading. He had a dictaquill set up to take notes, and he'd brought out some tea and biscuits to munch on during breaks from his studies. He knew the weather got terribly damp in Scotland, and he wanted to enjoy the weather while he had it. Idly, he hummed a song, not realizing that Crowley's influence apparently still ran to corrupting the songs in his head.

There was plenty of tea, and lots of biscuits, so Aziraphale was hoping for company, even if that company did want to offer up opinions on the musical stylings of Queen.

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[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

"Damn shame. I was hoping to see him again. But if we could both come back from being an oversized snack, I'm sure he'll find the opportune moment to come strolling back just to rankle you. It's all about timing with Crowley."

It's happened again. I saw her walking towards me and I was completely thunderstruck he wrote, his hand becoming swifter with every word. It normally took a little pratice before he was able to write fluently with the older languages.

[rarebookangel.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you're right," Aziraphale murmured. "Anything is possible here."

His eyebrows shot up as he read what Methos was writing. As a distraction from his sadness about Crowley, it had been effective. "You... are talking about a woman there, right?" he asked. It would not surprise him if the subject of Methos's writing had been something else--Aziraphale had entertained such thoughts regarding the copy of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter when it had fallen into his hands. Well, technically, the prophecies hadn't walked, but still... "Are congratulations in order yet?"

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

"We'll have to see about the congratulations, old friend," he answered with a small smile. "It's only been two years since I lost Alexa. I wasn't expecting it, but when I saw Brienne she simply took my breath away."

Methos nodded at the piles of books around the angel, "What are you working on?"

[rarebookangel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale nodded in what he hoped was an understanding manner. Truthfully, he'd never entertained any particular desire for the sorts of relationships humans got up to. The closest he'd ever come was his relationship with Crowley, which was less romantic and more just antagonists who were so used to each other that the idea of antagonizing anyone else was simply too much trouble. But that was hardly going to provide reassurance, so he said, "Well, I wish you both luck then."

At Methos's other question, he grinned sheepishly. "Oh, you know, more of the same," he answered with deceptive lightness. "I'm trying to figure out how wizards figure into the ineffable plan. I'm not having much luck, though, really."

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos nodded. He had abandoned religion early in his life and even after meeting both Aziraphale and Crowley, he wasn't inclined to take it up in any of it's various forms. Still, he found the angel's search intriguing.

"Given the nature of this place.. I wish you good luck, old friend. Any new insights or wisdom?"

[rarebookangel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale shook his head. "Sadly, no. Not as yet, but the reading is proving quite a distraction." In another reference to some off-s creen socking, he added, "Though I did meet a young man recently who had some interesting thoughts on the nature of the universe... something about how God 'groks', and people 'grok' so therefore people are God. It was quite heretical, but at least he wasn't going on about our galactic overlord Xenu." (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenu)

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

While his experience with languages was extensive, this was a word he was unfamiliar with. Methos cocked his head, "Well, people carrying a spark of the divine is hardly a new idea...but I wonder what 'grok' means."
He laughed, "Ah, Xenu. You know the first time I heard of him, I thought it was a joke?"

His journal entry finished, he tucked it back inside his trenchcoat. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. People and faith are a fickle mix. What's fashionable to belive today will be considered ridiculous in a few decades."

[rarebookangel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale nodded, allowing himself a slight shudder. "That's certainly true. At least people aren't going around starting inquisitions these days. Ugh."

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos shuddered as well, "Mortals hold onto faith too tightly for my comfort, really. They should put their faith in something closer, more tangible. Nothing personal," he added hastily. Immortal atheists and angels made for odd friends, but somehow they had made it work.

"So, how many other of you are floating about besides the pretty one in red?"